In life, work and study, everyone must have come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is the growth composition for the second grade of junior high school that I compiled for you. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Growth composition for the second grade of junior high school 1

"I'm admitted to college, I'm admitted to college!" Listen, this is such a joyful and exciting cry. The dream of the amputee girl Han Zhihua finally came true Really! She is such a pitiful girl. Her family is poor and both hands are amputated, but this cannot eliminate her desire to go to college. Although she has suffered setbacks and failures time and time again in her life, she has always stood up. . After watching this movie, I was deeply moved when I recalled the ups and downs and unwavering faith of the protagonist Han Ji-hwa.

What moved me the most in the movie "Invisible Wings" is that Han Zhihua signed up for the national women's swimming competition since she was a high school student. She trained late every day and often failed to review the contents of her books at night. While sleeping, Zhihua's mother disappeared during training, but Zhihua did not give up and continued to train hard. Finally, he won the gold medal in the national swimming competition, qualified to participate in the Paralympics, and at the same time received the long-awaited College admission letter. Complete diary

Compared with Han Zhihua, I am much happier, but I lack Han Zhihua’s indomitable fighting spirit. We are not disabled people, and we do not need to put in as many hardships as Han Zhihua, but in We will also encounter some setbacks and difficulties on the way to growth. Then Han Zhihua is our role model. Never give up, because I know that after setbacks there is a clear sky. Look, success is waving to us behind setbacks. Success is in On the way of hard work, "success lies on the way of hard work"! Let us remember this sentence and move towards a better tomorrow. Growth composition for the second grade of junior high school 2

I have grown up. The sunshine of life has given me enthusiasm, the drizzle has given me moisture, and the strong wind has taught me to be brave... In the colorful life, I have grown from an ignorant child to an ignorant child. , growing into a teenager step by step.

I remember that at noon on a Sunday when I was seven years old, my mother asked me to go to the agricultural and industrial store to buy Kangla vinegar. I suddenly frowned and said uneasily: "No, no. There is a dog in our community, and I When you hear its bark, you will be scared." My mother saw my terrified look and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, I will teach you a good way to deal with the dog. If the dog attacks you, just hurry up. Squat down and you won't be in danger." I listened, half-convinced, and asked, "Is this... okay?" She nodded to me affirmatively. So I took the money from selling vinegar and went to the agricultural and industrial merchant opposite the community to buy vinegar.

We were really enemies on a narrow road, and we met that dog. The dog stood at the gate of the community with eager eyes, opened its mouth wide at me, and barked "woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof". Zi remembered her mother's instructions, stopped, squatted down, and held her head tightly with both hands. Unexpectedly, the dog also stopped and walked around me three times. It felt bored and ran back. At this time, I breathed a sigh of relief. I finally got rid of this dog. I felt like a stone had dropped and I felt much more relaxed.

I have grown up and become braver. I have to remember what my mother said to me. The next time I meet a dog, he will not be able to treat me, because I have learned a little trick to deal with dogs. Growth composition for the second grade of junior high school 3

Walking on the way home, the drizzle chased the spring breeze and sprinkled on my face.

I didn’t do well in the monthly exam. Facing the teacher's sigh, my inner torment increased. Think about my parents’ expectations for me, think about my goals, and think about my dreams. In addition to being anxious, I couldn’t help but think of giving up.

The rain continued to fall, making the loess on the roadside wet. The dark brown wet earth and the blue of the bay caught my attention. Go forward. It turns out to be a small grass sprout! I'm a little confused. This little grass sprout didn’t exist a few days ago. I haven’t seen it for a few days, but it has grown over such a large area.

The spring breeze is blowing slowly, and the green grass is gently shaking its little head in the wind, trying to stretch upward. Suddenly, in this wonderful painting, a small dot moved. I want to go there and have a look. It turned out to be a small stone, and it trembled. Why do small rocks move for no reason?

The green under the stone attracted my attention, grass, grass! There is a grassland under the stone! It's the grass that touches the stone. Compared with stones, grass is so delicate and fragile. What gives grass the strength to push "boulders"? It is an upward force and a force for growth!

It takes a lot of perseverance! Facing the "boulder", the grass is not afraid of difficulties and pushes it, just to find a living space. But what about me? What did I do? Facing the small failure in the exam, I had the idea of ??giving up. I'm not as good as Xiaocao! Face failure and get through it! Face difficulties and get through them! Face all the misfortunes in life, go ahead and hit him, hit him!

I stood up and strode forward. The grass behind me swayed slowly in the rain.

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On a sunny Sunday, the friends from the neighbors came to my house to play happily. Before my mother went out, she had already tidied the house spotlessly and gave many instructions. Wan told us not to mess up the house. Everyone agreed with mother in unison. But the fact is that after mother left, everyone was in chaos like an explosion. Here, they are playing hide and seek. The one who hid in the closet has his clothes messed up; the one who hid in the attic has dust on his feet. Those who were watching TV over there had all their snacks swept away, leaving only garbage on the floor. After a while, my mother came back and sighed when she saw the mess on the ground. Silently walked aside and swept up the garbage. Here, we are having a great time, and over there, mother is cleaning hard. After my friends left, my mother called me over and said to me, "Didn't I tell you not to mess up the house?" "Just clean it again." I said to my mother coldly. After hearing this, my mother felt very chilled and looked at me helplessly.

At that time, I was 7 years old. Growth composition for the second grade of junior high school 5

Outside the window, the stars were twinkling, and a crescent moon hung in the sky, which looked particularly quiet. At this time, I couldn't help but think back to the past years. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by, 13 years have passed, and I have grown from the crying little girl to a young man with ambitions. On the long road of life, there is so much joy, anger, sadness and joy. I always think about it over and over again, recalling it again and again.

Reminiscing allows me to see the footprints of growth. I often look back on the present and recall the past days and months, and from time to time it brings a burst of knowing laughter or a string of tears at the corner of my eyes. The brain will be like a fluorescent screen, showing scenes of fairy tale-like past events. The childishness of childhood, the innocence of youth, the joys and sorrows, the joys and sorrows...the colorful world shines with blurry light spots here.

Memory gives me a warm and comfortable state of mind, just like setting up a relaxing inn for myself. It allows me to have a space where my mind can freely linger under the intense pressure of life and study, and let my thoughts roam freely. The years of past dreams have passed quietly, but the innocent seasons of life are still intertwined in my heart. Looking back today, it is still fresh in my memory. I always reminisce about the joy and enjoy the warmth and sweetness. I nurture hope in the sweetness and find a new starting point in life...

Looking back is a painting and a dream; recalling is a poem and a song. Growth composition for the second grade of junior high school 6

One day, I finished my homework early and was bored at home. I walked to the living room and saw the clock. It was already half past five, but my mother hadn’t come back yet. I held it in with all my strength. With the anger in my heart and the clock ticking, I waited anxiously. "Crack", there was a sound on the door, and my mother finally came back, but I couldn't restrain the anger in my heart and got angry, "Why are you coming back just now? My stomach has been singing for a long time." My mother wanted to sit down. My body is now busy again. Watching my mother dragging her heavy body towards the kitchen, I felt sad and felt that I had said too much to my mother just now. I sat on the sofa, reflecting on my behavior just now. I raised my head and looked at my mother's busy figure. Mom held the spatula with difficulty in one hand and beat her waist hard with the other. The whole person leaned on the table. Looking at my mother's tired figure, my heart was filled with guilt for my mother. "Mom goes out early and comes back late every day, running around, and has to work hard for me when she gets home. She works so hard, and then she thinks about what I did to her just now, ugh."

I mustered up the courage and came to the kitchen. , walked to my mother and said guiltily: "I'm sorry"

I was 10 years old at that time. Growth composition for the second grade of junior high school 7

On that day, when you made the decision to invite me, I actually understood that you were also a little entangled in your heart.

After all, you have been used to being cared for and helped by others since you were a child, but when you decide to be a host and learn to be a host to entertain guests younger than yourself, it is very different. feeling.

Because there has never been much communication, it was just during the summer vacation that the time happened to happen, and the conditions just happened to allow it. It happened that they were making choices in life, and you suddenly realized that you had never helped them in the past. Taking this opportunity, maybe I can provide some help, and it can be regarded as a simple communication.

There are always trivial matters, big and small, in life. After procrastinating for more than half a month, you finally welcomed a little guest.

It can be said that you are more nervous and uncomfortable than them, and you don’t know how to get along with them.

Fortunately, there are still a lot of similar topics, and the atmosphere has been greatly relaxed.

Only then did you gradually realize why the adults gave you the advice for your original decision, because you not only have to take care of your daily life, not just laundry and cooking, but also take care of their Amateur activities.

Among these, it is difficult to cook because we don’t know what they like, what they don’t like, what they can eat and what they cannot eat. The original sense of freedom of cooking by myself seems to have become very different because of this small mission.

But no matter what, you still learned a lot from this experience of entertaining young guests.

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I am very lazy, so I just want to stay in bed all day long...

My mother said that my bed is a treasure chest, I really have everything. . Every time she makes my bed, she always finds a lot of "treasures": comic books, alarm clocks, ballpoint pens, textbooks, stuffed toys...

Indeed, I like to put my favorite All my favorite "babies" are placed on the bed, letting them accompany me to sleep. Whenever I get into bed with my bare feet, wow! It’s so warm, and there are stuffed toys inside to warm my feet; I like to lie on the pillow, open my weekly diary freely, pouted my lips and twirled the ballpoint pen a few times, and writing inspiration suddenly came into my mind; I sat on the bedside and watched Comic books, stories come to mind one after another...

I like to cover my head with a quilt, and memorize formulas and ancient poems under the quilt... This method is particularly effective, and I won’t feel upset or worry about it. pressure. When I feel tired, sleepy or tired, I will naturally close my eyes and gradually fall asleep... My father often asks me to get rid of this bad habit, saying that it will be harmful to my eyesight. But I always say naughtily: "In this way, I am reading a book while dreaming!"

I don't know who said that people spend 2/3 of their time in bed, and I, When the holidays come, I spend 4/5 of my time under the covers. In bed, in addition to sleeping, I would think about many things soberly: summarizing, reflecting, thinking...

I stayed in bed for 16 years. The little furry child who learned language by babbling, babbling, grew up into a 16-year-old young girl in a blink of an eye. Growth, maybe it’s that simple... Growth composition for the second grade of junior high school 9

Like the quietly falling winter snow, like the patter of spring rain, like the wind rustling in the summer shade, like the wind gently dancing in the wind autumn leaves. The time of growing up is turning page by page in the poetry collection...

Basking in the wind and facing the rain, I have walked through the ravines of fifteen years, and in the long journey of life, I have printed My crooked footsteps. This was my first growth and my first touch.

I don’t know what kind of feelings I had when I stepped out on the track of childhood. That day, I hesitantly flowed the first spiritual stream in my growing years, silently calling me to grow up. & From that day on, various fragments of stories in the process of growing up were shown on the screen of life. Stupidly accepting the teacher's initial praise, meeting the teacher's frosty gaze with a blushing face, hitting the wrong time in the chorus, falling bruised and bruised on the sports field, lighting thirteenth birthday candles for myself...many more Looking back at many past events makes me deeply moved. The moonlight does not understand my feelings of traveling far away, and the stars do not confuse my twinkling tears. On the way of growing up, I cried and laughed. On the picture scroll of life, I fill in the real scenery deep in my heart. There are no decorations, no repairs, because that is the true meaning of my story, which comes from my initial move.

Is growth the poetry of a cloud or the painting of a butterfly? I don't know, but I firmly believe that growth is a swaying song, without earth-shattering passion, but with a heart-tugging melody. Thoughts of growth are floating in the mind. Growth composition for the second grade of junior high school 10

On the way to growth, those memories

I will not bow down because of a fall

Nor will I linger in the warm time and space for too long I will never stop in the pursuit of soft wind. It is my persistence to never stop chasing my dreams.

I will not give up on myself because of one failure.

Nor will I continue to succeed. I have lingered in my arms for too long

I will not rest on my merits

It is my character to never give up, dare to think and act

I will never break my trust due to a misunderstanding

I will never watch on an illusory platform for a long time

The Catcher in the Rye is my lifelong dream

I will not be broken because of a misunderstanding. It’s a coincidence and I’ll wait and see from now on

Nor will I believe in the “truth” that cannot be written down by coincidence

Nor will I repeat yesterday’s mistakes!

Growing up is inevitable

And

Growing into a great man may be accidental

Accidental, inevitable, all indispensable !

For every new life

Birth, old age, illness and death are just reincarnations

It is not death

It is sublimation... ... Growth Composition 11 for the second grade of junior high school

From the moment I stepped into the gate of junior high school, there was something that inspired me anytime and anywhere. It is invisible and rigid. I am no longer a toddler learning to speak, nor am I a childish and ignorant primary school student. I've grown up! I'm going to fly!

But as I just entered junior high school, I was still confused. Many things were still chaotic. At this time, a guiding light appeared in my world, clearing away the clouds and fog for me and holding up the blue sky for me. He has a kind name. He is my growth mentor-Zhang Leilei.

My instructor is a physical education teacher. From the beginning of class.

We just feel a kinship with him. The physical education teachers are always diligent and hard-working at work, and they teach and encourage me in a good way.

In physical education class, if we don’t run seriously, you will educate us and let us learn lessons. You're going to teach us the trick to doing this when you're doing the forequarters.

I remember a long jump test. Many students did not meet the standards. You personally set an example for us, explained every detail very clearly, and personally drew a benchmark for us and measured the distance. It is your demonstrations, help and enlightenment that have resulted in our excellent sports results. Growth composition for the second grade of junior high school 12

Quietly, quietly, I have grown from a little child to a graceful little girl. Looking back at the footprints on the road of growth, whether deep or shallow, each footprint records me The ups and downs of growing up.

When I was in the third grade, I was rated as the leader of the three major groups. I want to shout, I want to dance, and I want to sing even more. I want everyone to share my happiness. Maybe you will curl your lips: "But this is just a little official, is it worth being so happy?" Of course it is worth it. For me, a girl with excellent study and lively personality, this success has created two new things in my life. First: participating in an election for the first time, becoming a cadre for the first time. Don't you think this is not worth being happy about?

There is also a series of crooked and blurred footprints, which record my failure and sadness. In that math test, my grades plummeted. The sky in my eyes was no longer blue, the grass was no longer green, and everything seemed to be gray. When I got home, I cried loudly. It is my parents who guide me step by step; it is the teacher who tries his best to help me. After a period of hard work, I finally regained my confidence and achieved ideal results again.

The past is like the past, with a string of footprints, quietly recording my growth process. Accompany me to grow, urge me to forge ahead, and accompany me to succeed. Growth Second Grade Composition 13

Alas, because I failed in the final exam, I have to do the questions at home every day. Now I will give you some selected questions that I have done in the past few days.

1: Known: I study English from 7:00 to 12:00 every morning, and have to do math problems in the afternoon. I can’t adapt. Question: Should I persist?

Answer :Stop insisting, it can only be broken! It’s already so bad anyway!

Review: Wrong, you should persist in everything to the end. How can you give up just because you just want to?

Reviewer: Mom

Correction: Yes, persistence is victory, come on!

Two: Known: Last year’s clothes can’t be worn this year. Verification: Have you grown up?

Answer: Because I can’t wear last year’s clothes this year.

So I grew taller.

So I grew up.

Reviewer: Yes, but just growing taller does not lead to brain growth - growing up is in vain!

Reviewer: Dad

Answer: I don’t want to grow up in the first place , besides, I know some questions better than you, which shows that I have not grown up in vain!

Full score: 100

Score: 50

I want to say: Young people know the feeling of sorrow better. Alas, growing up is so annoying! Growth composition for the second grade of junior high school 14

Growth is like sailing against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat; growth is like the hands of a clock, you chase after me.

My father likes to keep fish, so he bought a few fish and put them in the fish tank.

Once, in science class, I learned that the memory of fish can only last 7 seconds, so I went home and asked my dad. My dad thought for a moment, pointed at the fish, and asked an unexpected answer: "Why do fish always keep How about swimming?" Looking at those colorful fish, I suddenly felt that there was something mysterious about the tiny ornamental fish.

Clear water, happy fish.

After a moment, I understood.

"They are just like us. A person's life is like rushing on the road, carrying a bag on his back without stopping. Although a fish's life does not have many memories, it is always moving forward and racing." Dad sat on the sofa

He already has silver threads, and the years have left traces on his face. The thick calluses on my hands are filled with the pain and fatigue of a hard life. But my father's eyes were so passionate, so determined, and so full of love.

"We are always running. You have to know that you have to be a person responsible for your own future. The real strong man is not the one who sheds tears, but the one who runs with tears. Life is endless, The struggle doesn’t stop.”

After that long conversation, I understood a lot, but I still didn’t understand it as deeply as my father did.

Recall the great runners at home and abroad in ancient and modern times: Sima Qian, Pushkin, Guo Moruo, Nobel... They wrote their own footprints with the sweat they shed.

Growth is like a fish swimming upstream; growth is like a boat that can withstand wind and rain.

Growth requires running forward, and even more so non-stop. Growing up in the second grade of junior high school composition 15

Growing up, there were many bumps along the way, but it also left me touched again and again.

When I was very young, my parents left me at my grandmother's house and went to Yiwu to make a living. My grandmother cared about me very much.

When I first learned to walk, I liked running around alone. Grandma wanted to hold me, but I refused, so I often cried with heartache and my eyes turned red. This is what my mother said to me later. I think my grandma must have told her this! My mother said it very easily, but I was very moved. I can vaguely imagine my grandmother holding me while I was staggering, but I resolutely let go of her hand, crying loudly when I fell, and how she looked when her eyes were red from crying in distress. Therefore, I also think of the disrespect I showed my grandmother many years ago, and I feel very regretful.

During the Chinese New Year, I returned to my grandma’s house. Looking at my grandma’s busy figure, I felt for the first time an indescribably thick love and a bottomless affection. Suddenly I realized how stupid it was to disrespect my grandma. I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer. The embankment finally burst, and tears gradually blurred her eyes... "Oh!" Grandma suddenly shouted. When grandma shouted, my heart suddenly tightened and I hurried over. It turned out that grandma’s waist was twisted. I was busy supporting my grandma. As I supported my grandma and walked slowly, I suddenly remembered a passage in Sipin's book: Children! Now that my feet are no longer stable, please hold my hand. Just like back then, I will hold your hand and walk step by step.

Grandma has accompanied me through more than ten years of ups and downs, and has accompanied me on the road of growth and love...